The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo(34)

Apart from her breasts and her brain, no other part of her body seemed to exist. How crazy is that? Just her thoughts and her tits—that was all she felt she consisted of, but it wasn’t frightening. It was wonderful.

She barely had time to draw breath before the erotically intense sensation pleasured her nipples again. Initially, she was unable to figure out what form of witchcraft provided such beautiful, wanton feelings, but then, slowly, realization dawned, until she finally recognized what it was. The unmistakable feeling of a tongue drifting over her right nipple, its pad swirling provocatively around the areola, before her swollen peak was sucked inside a hot, moist mouth. That was all she was—a nipple being plundered by a hot, sweet mouth. It was sucking, chewing, biting, causing such incredible sexual arousal that she felt she would shatter into a thousand tiny pieces before dissolving into complete nothingness.

That very same hot, sweet mouth then drifted to her left nipple, causing the same incredible pleasure. She felt as though she’d entered a docking bay for body parts—two breasts with one hot mouth circling around her mind in the utter darkness of space.

Oh, God. What’s that? It feels so wonderful. Her clit suddenly flamed into life when she felt that same detached tongue and mouth circle its circumference before dipping inside her, with teasing, sensuous movements. Heaven help me. It was the most wonderful feeling she’d ever experienced, excruciatingly pleasurable, almost to the point of pain, and so fucking good she knew she screamed silently into the darkness, “Tyler.”

It was his tongue. He was there. Her man was right there with her.

Rebecca’s pussy came alive as a warm, pulsing energy slowly entered her. Although in pitch blackness and unable to hear a goddamned thing, she didn’t feel so hopelessly disorientated anymore. The hot, twitching phallus slid slowly between her legs, filling her inch by glorious inch, overwhelming her with its sheer ferocity.

Tyler was fucking her like a man possessed. His huge prick felt glorious as it invaded her. She loved the way his body melded so perfectly with her own.

A storm broke in her mind, shattering her world, making her scream into the noiseless blackness around her. In the total darkness of night, not a sound filtered to her ears. Her nipples, burning so hotly now, were sucked even harder into the welcoming warmth of Tyler’s mouth. A mouth that gave such unlimited pleasure as his tongue rolled seductively over her achingly hard nubs, making coherent thought almost impossible.

With his prick embedded deep inside her, she finally came. Fucking hell, how she came. Multiple orgasms ripped through her like an unstoppable tornado through a Midwestern township. Wave after wave of erotic pleasure surged through her pussy with such incredible force that the only thing on her mind was the thought of what Tyler was doing to her.

Euphoria flooded her psyche. Sheer, unadulterated sexual ecstasy consumed and burned so hotly within her that she felt she might pass out. It was as if her whole body had been uniquely designed as a vessel for receiving sexual pleasure.

The ravishment of her mind and body continued unabated until Tyler tenderly kissed her lips and she drifted peacefully to some exotic faraway place…



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Tyler’s adoptive mother never raised any stupid children. His three older sisters were currently working as a doctor, a dentist, and a lawyer. With a woman as precious as Rebecca he’d taken the precaution of installing hidden cameras backed up by microphones inside the sensory deprivation tank. This strategically placed equipment gave him the vital information he needed in order to keep Rebecca safe. He’d watched intently on the closed-circuit television system he’d installed in the room next door. This way he kept a protective eye on the woman he adored, observing every sound and movement in her new environment.

She’d been immersed in the flotation tank for barely an hour before he’d unscrewed the hatch and unobtrusively slipped naked into the water next to her. Because Rebecca was completely without vision and hearing and totally disorientated, she’d had absolutely no idea he was in the tank with her.

It was well known that a spell in a sensory deprivation tank had a strange effect on people. Many thought they’d been in it for days or even weeks when in fact they’d probably only been in it for a couple of hours or so. As it was Rebecca’s first time in the tank, he figured an hour was long enough.

As her Dom, he’d needed to know how much she trusted him, and she’d passed with flying colors, because she had absolutely no idea the tank contained the technological paraphernalia to keep her safe.

As she’d floated on her back in front of him, he’d repeatedly told her how much he loved her and wanted to marry her. Of course, she hadn’t heard a fucking word he’d said as he’d practiced out loud. Later on that evening, over a glass of wine or two, he’d ask her for real. He was almost forty years old and wanted to get started on those healthy children he knew she would produce.